This is a song about "Spare"

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Never to spare me kindness.

Sit your ass down in the chair, spare you life for a couple more seconds,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

All these people are spare bullets i've loaded

She say she fucking with me the long way

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

So let's have a toast, everything fine

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.